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Turgon the Wise | Sarafinwë Turukáno (turukano) wrote in spinningcompass,

Elenwë was drowsing in that warm sunlight that trickled through her window in the early morning. It was lovely and warm, almost warming the icy cold side of the bed that was supposed to be Turukáno's. In time. There was no hurry, no need to rush anything. They would find their path, she knew it. They had to.

But her drowsy morning nap was suddenly ended when she realized that her feet were cold. Because they were...hanging off the end of the bed. What? And come to think of it, her nightgown was feeling terribly short! She sat up, black hair tangling down into her face.

Black hair!?

And there was certainly something about her that did not feel right! Her hands went to her chest and she let out a cry as she realized that there was something very definitely missing. And another cry as she realized that there was most certainly something where it should not be!

But her scream was not hers - although it was as familiar as if it were.

"Sara!" she screamed, her voice deeper than any sound that had escaped her lips, and she leapt out of bed, heading towards the living room, forgiving that the door to the room had only six and a half foot clearance.

The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the ground, her hand pressed to her wounded forehead.